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Williamsburg High School 

Editor-in-Chief, Edwin Russell '35 

Assistant Editors, Marjorie Damon '34, Raymond Bradford '35 

Business Manager, Norman Graves '34 

Assistant Managers, Edward Murphy '34, Gilbert Loud '34 

Associate Editors 

Chester King '34 Louise Mosher '34 Marie Allaire '34 

Allen Bisbee '35 Albert Mosher '35 

1934 Class Motto 




Senior Class 


Class Roll 


Address of Welcome 


Class History 


Class Prophecy . 


Prophecy on Prophet 


Class Will 




Alumni Notes 


Class of 1935 


Class of 1936 


Class of 1937 




We Should Like to See 


Song Hits 


Debating Society 


Oratorical Contest 






Girls' Basketball 





"Give to the world the best that you have, 
And the best will come back to you." 

There are many opportunities now open 
to young people so that their lives may be 
busier, broader, and happier. One of the 
greatest of these is athletics. For doesn't it 
give us amusement and experience, keep us 
physically fit, and teach us sportsmanship? 

If you were to ask the young athlete of 
today why he plays football, he would 
answer: "Because I enjoy it. I just couldn't 
sit on the side lines and watch the other 
fellows play. I have to get out and get into 
it." That is because he loves the work and 
fun of the game. 

Our days would be dull and discouraging 
if we didn't have variety and competition. 
Part of the fun of the game is competing 
with other schools to discover our good and 
bad points and get new ideas. This ex- 
perience will help us to judge for ourselves 
later on in life. Understanding the rules and 
principles of the game helps a person to 
enjoy it more. 

Health is the first step to happiness. One 
must have plenty of exercise to keep up his 
good health. Why not play baseball, tennis, 
football, and basketball to take care of your 
empty hours, sleepless nights, and pepless 

Let's be good sports if we are going to 
play and remember the old rule: "Be a 
good loser as well as a good winner." Greet 
your opponent with a smile and friendly 
handshake, be courteous to your guests; 
and they can't help but return it with the 
same will. The game isn't a matter of life 
and death. You can't always be the best 
player. Cheating and unfair play will never 
win the game. Cooperation and fairness 
will. You are not a good sportsman unless 
you can appreciate all that is done to help 
you play the game; the work and care of 
your coach and manager, and the support 
of your school and friends. A good sports- 
man never criticises another man until he 
has put himself in his place. The sports- 
manship that we learn in athletics, while we 
are young, will be a benefit to us all through 
our lives. 

Athletics create good clean amusement, 
experience, physical strength, and sports- 
manship. Did you say you were coming 

out for athletics next year? Good! We'll 
see you at the first practice Monday after- 


Marjorie Damon '34 


This is a vital question which arises in the 
mind of every high school graduate as he 
steps out into the world with his diploma 
in his hand. What is he going to do? What 
is best for him to do? Will he take advantage 
of his splendid chance to make a glorious 
career, or will he just drift with the crowd? 
Will he take advantage of the high ideals 
and examples of good citizenship given to 
him by his teachers, or will all their efforts 
have been in vain? 

He knows that it is his duty to make the 
best of his opportunity. He does not need 
to become famous to be a success. If he 
lives up to his own conceptions of life, and 
does what he thinks is right to the best of 
his ability, he is bound to come out on top. 

Three outstanding qualities point the way 
to success; courage, loyalty, and initiative. 
Courage to keep going after others have 
given up and the difficulties seem over- 
whelming. Loyalty to friends, to school or 
college, to fellow-workers and loyalty to 
high school ideals. Initiative to go ahead 
and do the work that must be done without 
having to be told to do so, and initiative to 
go ahead and take new steps when others 
falter. This type of man is the kind the 
world is looking for, and the man who 
possesses these three qualities is sure to rise. 

With these three qualities, with duty 
pointing the way and with success as a goal, 
it depends upon each individual whether or 
not he is going to win. If he follows the 
inspiring words of Abraham Lincoln when 
he said, "I am not bound to win, but I am 
bound to be true. I am not bound to 
succeed, but I am bound to live up to what 
light I have," he will attain, at the end, 
that which everyone desires — success. 

— Edwin Russell '35 


What is as great as the longing to do 
some fine thing for country or home, or 
accomplish great deeds in the face of 
danger, to be nationally famous? It is 

(Continued on Page 29) 


The Senior Class 

President, Chester King 

Vice-President, Nancy Sheehan 

Secretary, Marjorie Damon 

Treasurer, Mildred Sylvester 


Basketball 1, 2, 4. Class Play 1, 3. Associate Editor of 
Tattler 4. Winner of Paris Pact Theme 4. Class Grinds. 
Pro Merito. 

Marie, the petite member of our class is a great student 
of nature and a bard of no mean ability. 


Class Play 1, 3. 

Anna's kind heartedness extended to many of her friends 
and has made us all think of her as a good scout. 



Secretary and Treasurer of Class 1, President 2. Winner 
of Paris Pact Declamation 4. Class Prophecy. Pro Merito. 

Carolyn likes blondes. Is it because they are so "White"? 



Basketball 1, 2, 3, 4. Class Play 1, 3. Secretary 2, 4. 
Vice-President 3. Assistant Editor of Tattler 3, 4. Pro 

Marjorie's intriguing smile has caused many heart 
aches, especially at prom time. She plans to go to M.S.C. 
— so co-eds beware! 


Basketball 1. Class Play 1, 3. 


Dorothy is the nurse of our class. Now Dot, we just 
wonder who the doctor will be. 


Class Play 1, 3. 


Dick wants to be a teacher but we are sure he would 
make a fine grocer. 




Class Play 1,3. Baseball 3, 4. Inter scholastic Debating 3. 
Treasurer 1. Prize Speaking Contest 1. Assistant Manager 
of Tattler 3. Business Manager of Tattler 4. 

"Speech is silver," they say. Then why doesn't Norman 
cash in on some of his remarks? 


Class Plays 1, 3. Class History. Pro Merito. 


"None are so good that they can't be better," such is 
Gertrude's motto and she has tried faithfully to carry it 
out ever since her freshman year. 



Debating 2, 3, 4. Class President 3, 4. President of 
Debating Society 4. Assistant Editor of Tattler 3. Associate 
Editor of Tattler 4. Baseball 3, 4. Captain of Basketball 4. 
National Forensic League. Address of Welcome. 

Chefs popularity, executive ability and loyal efforts 
have brought the class successfully through its last two 



Basketball 2, 4. Baseball 2, 3, 4. Class Play 3. Assistant 
Business Manager of Tattler 4. 

Gib is that bashful boy from the country. From the 
country is all right, but there is some doubt about the 
bashful part. 



Class Play 1, 3. Prize Speaking Contest 3. Winner of 
Semi-Finals in Western Massachusetts Oratorical Contest 4. 

Have you seen a red jacket tearing down the hall, with 
the occupant futilely pinning up unruly locks and trying 
to arrive at class on time? Then you have had a glimpse 
of Viola. 


Basketball 3. 4. Class Play 1, 3. 

Edith is a good girl with manner and opinions all her 
own. She worked faithfully on the basketball team for 
two years. 



George, our country gentleman, has used his ability to 
build a cute little bungalow. We've heard rumors of a 
certain girl making pretty curtains. So? 


Class Play 1, 3. Associate Editor of Tattler 4. School 
Pianist 2, 3, 4. 

Louise has stood by us for three years as pianist. Let's 
hope the next one will be as faithful. 





President 1. Vice-President 2. Baseball 1, 3, 4. Basket- 
ball 3. Assistant Business Manager of Tattler 4. Prophecy 
on Prophet. Pro Merito. 

Ed worked quietly and didn't bother anyone most of 
the time but the rest of the time it was different. 


Class Play 1. 
Debating Society. 

3. Basketball 1. Executiic Committee of 
Class Oration. Pro Merito. 

There must have been a Latin fairy at Rita"s birth, 
because of the wav she can do tricks with Cicero. 


Basketball 1. 2. 3. 4. Class Play 1. 3. Manager of Girls* 
Basketball 2. Vice-President A. A. 3. Secretary 3. Vice- 
President 4. Captain of Girls" Basketball 4. Executive 
Committee of Debating Society 4. 

Beauty and charm, a bundle of personality with a dash 
of wit — that's Nancy. Since she's had her car there's 
quite a bit of trade at Grave's garage. 

Class Play 1, 3. 


Tony studies hard, plays hard, and does well anything 
he attempts. He is really not shy. but just reserved by . 



If silence is golden, Tom must be rich- 
were times when he did answer a question. 

although there 


Basketball 1, 2, 3, 4. Class Play 3. Treasurer 2, 3, 4. 
Winner of Paris Pact Examination. Class Oration. Pro 

Millie embodies what one thinks of as an all-round girl. 
Athletic? Yes! Popular? Yes! A good student? Just 
look at her marks. 


Class Play 1, 3. 

Beneath her quiet way Virginia is full of life and fun, 
and is ready to take part in anything within the realm of 

Class Play 1, 3. 


Betty is frank and earnest, but mostly "Frank"! How 
she does love her old home town. What's the attraction? 
Ask her, — she'll tell. 



Class Roll 

Marie Allaire* 
Carolyn Barr* 
Anna Baj 
Marjorie Damon* 
Dorothy Field 
Richard Field 
Norman Graves 

*Pro Merito and Honor 

Rita Riley** 

Chester King 
Gertrude King* 
Gilbert Loud 
Edward Murphy* 
George Mollison 
Louise Mosher 
Viola Mason 

Tro Merito and High Honor 

Edith Merritt 
Thomas Stone 
Nancy Sheehan 
Mildred Sylvester** 
Henry Soltys 
Elizabeth Webb 
Virginia Warner 

Address of Welcome 
Class History 
Class Prophecy 
Prophecy on the Prophet 
Class Will 
Class Grinds 

Class Night 

Chester King 
Gertrude King 

Carolyn Barr 
Edward Murphy 
Marjorie Damon 

Marie Allaire 

Graduation Night 

Oration — "Students Are Preparing" 

Oration "Our Need — An International Team" 

Rita Riley 
Mildred Sylvester 

Address of Welcome 

Parents, Teachers and Friends: 

It is with a feeling of sincere gratitude 
and happiness that we welcome you to our 
class night exercises. For four short years 
the class of '34 has worked and played to- 
gether. Soon we shall part to follow our 
chosen paths and we wish to leave with 
you —pleasant memories of this — our com- 

PARENTS Your interest and helpful- 
ness have been a never ending source of 
inspiration which, in times when everything 
seemed black, have strengthened us beyond 
all measures of imagination. For this you 
may be sure that we shall always be most 

TEACHERS Your patience and un- 
derstanding have filled these last four years 
with knowledge and desire for achievement 
which will be the foundation for success for 
the rest of our lives. 

FRIENDS — Your loyalty and cooperation 
have made possible the many good times 
that we have had in these last four years 
and have shown us that having the kind of 
friends that you have been to us has made 
this world a pleasant place in which to live 

And now, it is my privilege, in behalf of 
the class of '34, to welcome you all to our 

— Chester King 



Class History 

It was in 1930 that the air liner 1-9-3-4 
started its flight with thirty-three passengers 
on board. Our pilots were four — Miss 
Dunphy, Mrs. Warner, Miss Burke and 
Mr. Bergan, with Miss Johnson as band 
leader. We chose as class officers: Edward 
Murphy, president; Joseph Kostec, vice- 
president; Carolyn Barr, secretary, and 
Norman Graves, treasurer. During the first 
few weeks the weather was fair with only a 
few clouds looming on the horizon. They 
were clouds of terrible storms broadcasted 
to us from the ships ahead, carrying the 
upperclassmen. These passengers prophe- 
sied a gale called Freshmen Reception. As 
the event drew near, we passengers in the 
rear plane grew a little panicky, but tried 
not to let those in the ships ahead detect 
our fears. However, our ship came through 
the hurricane without a passenger lost. 

In the fall the death of our beloved Mrs. 
James cast a shadow over us all, although 
we knew that her influence and love lived 

Later there was much excitement when 
the seniors gave their play, "The Bells of 
Bagdad" and many of us took part in the 
chorus. Little else happened during the 
winter except the basketball games which 
demanded some of our attention. As spring 
advanced the juniors and seniors seemed 
quite excited about their Prom, but, as 
that affected very few of us freshmen, we 
sailed calmly along. Then graduation came, 
and seeing one ship land with much cere- 
mony, we almost wished that we had 
finished our journey, too. 

When the planes started in the fall of 
1931, we had lost ten of our passengers and 
a new ship brought up the rear. We also 
lost our pilots, Miss Burke and Mr. Bergan, 
while we gained Miss Fisher and Mr. 
Foster, who steered our courses in English 
and Science. Mr. Stene was taken on to 
guide us especially in French. Miss Johnson 
again endeavored to keep up our spirits 
with her music. The officers chosen for 
this year were: president, Carolyn Barr; 
vice-president, Edward Murphy; secretary, 
Wilfred Allaire; and treasurer, Marjorie 
Damon. We were proud to have one of 
our passengers, Louise Mosher, act as 
pianist in assembly, a position which she 

has faithfully filled ever since. In the fall 
the seniors gave a series of Red Path enter- 
tainments which we supported as best we 
could. This year we were honored by hav- 
ing Chester King as a member of an inter- 
scholastic debating team, the first time a 
sophomore had ever had that honor. In 
this debate our team proved that unemploy- 
ment insurance should not be adopted. As 
in the year before the prom affected us 
little. We did take an active part in ath- 
letics, Nancy, Mildred, Marie and Marjorie 
being on the girls basketball team. 

As our liner sailed on into our third year 
we felt as if we were becoming experienced 
flyers and could look on the fright of those 
in the rear plane with disdain. When we 
first left the field we had twenty-four 
passengers but later in the year Carolyn 
came back from New Jersey to finish the 
flight with us. Our pilots were again 
changed. Miss Walsh took Miss Fisher's 
place and Mr. Cooney replaced Mr. Stene — 
Mr. Tetro finishing the year when Mr. 
Cooney resigned and Mr. Vieh taking Miss 
Johnson's place. Our class officers for this 
year were: Chester King, president; Mar- 
jorie Damon, vice-president; Nancy 
Sheehan, secretary; and Mildred Sylvester, 

This year was much more exciting. The 
fall was full of good times and parties, 
among these were: the senior dog-roast in 
Goshen, the creepy and spooky Halowe'en 
party, and the task of initiating those in 
the rear plane into the mysteries of flying 
with Burgy High. After these came the 
task of deciding whether to attempt the 
Red Path entertainments again or not. 
Later, studies were pushed to the background 
for a short time while we joined the seniors 
in producing "The Spanish Moon" and 
"The Minstrel Chuckles." In December 
Chester King again helped our debating 
team to win, this time against Greenfield 
High, and in February our class contributed 
to the honor of the school when Norman 
Graves helped win another critical debate 
against Northampton High. As spring ad- 
vanced there was much excitement and 
talk about the seniors' Washington trip. 
We listened with a feeling of joy that we 
had another year in which to get ready for 



ours, although one of our passengers wasn't 
taking any chances and accompanied the 
senior group. The next thing to draw our 
attention was the Prom. This time we 
were the directors of this grand affair. We 
showed our business ability by giving every- 
one a good time and making twenty dollars 
on it besides. This was something no 
previous class had ever done. Then gradu- 
ation came. This made us suddenly realize 
that we had only one more year in W.H.S 

September again — and this year we were 
in the head ship. This was our last year 
with numerous meetings and many senior 
problems to solve. We began our last 
stretch of the flight with twenty-two 
passengers on board. This year the board 
of directors of our air liner, as a measure of 
economy, decided to reduce the number of 
our pilots to four, so Mr. Tetro left to pilot 
a plane in Vermont. The officers we elected 
to carry us through this important year 
were: Chester King, president; Nancy 
Sheehan, vice-president; Mildred Sylvester, 
treasurer; and Marjorie Damon, secretary. 

Our studies kept us quite busy but we 
found ample time for other things as well, 
including the Red Path entertainmnts which 
were a losing experiment this time. Due to 
the times, we felt that it would be unwise 
to raise enough money for a trip — but in 
December we had a Christmas party to 
which the passengers of the other planes 
were invited. 

This year we were especially honored by 
having Viola Mason, a passenger on our 
ship, win the Oratorical contest in Greenfield 
against contestants from four much larger 
schools, and then tie for third place in the 

finals at the Municipal Auditorium in 
Springfield. It was a great treat for us to 
see these auditoriums and especially to see 
and hear a contestant from our small high 
school do so well. This year Chester King 
again debated and, by winning his third 
interscholastic debate, become eligible for 
membership in the National High School 
Honor Society for debaters and orators — 
the National Forensic League. We couldn't 
let our last year go by without a gathering 
of some kind, so, after many 12:40 meetings, 
we decided to have a banquet and to this 
end we had two food sales — one in Hayden- 
ville and one in Williamsburg. 

If we couldn't go to Washington we could 
"put Burgy High on the map" by winning 
second honors among the high schools of the 
state for our work on the Paris Pact projects. 
As members of the National Student Forum 
our entire class participated in an extensive 
study of the text book, followed by a very 
comprehensive examination in connection 
with our American History course; in 
theme writing and foreign correspondence 
in connection with our English course; in 
citizen interviews and declamations for a 
Peace Day program. With spring came the 
Prom which was given in our honor this 
year — and then thoughts of graduation. 

Now the class of 1934, twenty-two 
passengers in all, is about to land after a 
safe flight of four years. When, for three 
years, we watched the other classes being 
graduated, we could hardly wait for our 
turn. But, now that our turn has come, we 
are getting ready to start on another of 
life's voyages with our motto "Honor Lie3 
at Labor's Gate" ringing in our ears. 

— Gertrude King 

Class Prophecy 

It was the year 1959 and the Town of 
Williamsburg was having the pleasure of 
entertaining the noted Seniors of 1934 for 
their 25th reunion. 

The class was gathered around the banquet 
table in Assembly Hall at Helen James 
School, joyfully reminiscing. Amid cries of 
laughter we heard the loud, forceful voice 
of our former president, CHESTER KINC, 
calling on us to tell our experiences to the 
whole class and not to just a chosen few. 

Silence reigned until someone shouted, 
"O. K. Chest, you start us off." 

"Well," began Chester, "I went to Har- 
vard, majoring in journalism and public 
speaking. The father of one of my fraternity 
brothers — a man who was vice-president of 
the National Broadcasting Company — came 
to me one day and said that he had been 
greatly impressed by a speech that I had 
made in chapel. After talking for awhile 
he asked me if I would substitute for Lowell 



Thomas. Evidently I made good, for when 
Thomas retired I was hired in his place as 
radio news reporter." 

The man who urged Chester to "start us 
off" rose next. This tall, stately gentleman 
was MR. NORMAN GRAVES. He said 
that he had followed the example of that 
Vermont garage owner and was now worth 
four million dollars. "We have always felt 
that we should like to make a gift to Burgy 
High and so, if the class is willing, we 
should like to give our Alma Mater a 
gymnasium as 1934's twenty-fifth reunion 
gift. Of course it would include a swimming 
pool so that parents won't have to call their 
sons back to finish the afternoon session!" 

Here he stopped and looking at the lady 
who sat beside him, he proudly said, "My 
wife has been the cause of my success. You 
all know what a quantity of ideas she 
always had to render. She is just the same 
old girl, full of pranks and fun. Get up, 
won't you NANCY, and tell our classmates 
what you've been doing since '34." 

At this Nancy rose and told her many 
friends that she had been through Sargent 
Physical Education College and later had 
become an instructor in Williamsburg. 
Then she continued this work at Mt. 
Holyoke College. Suddenly she asked, 
"Do you remember, folks, the time that I 
was hit by a car in front of Damon's in 
Skinnerville? It seemed a serious accident 
at that time but Norman might never have 
'woke up' if he hadn't happened along just 

The next speaker was a gentleman with 
snow white hair. He rose very slowly and 
speaking in his usual monotone, told us that 
he had attended Northampton Commercial 
College, later accepting a position in New 
York where he became a partner to J. P. 
Morgan. His business interests took him to 
Chicago. One day while motoring through 
the city, a large sign, "Allaire Home for 
Cats," attracted his attention. Thinking 
possibly it might be his old classmate and 
the reunion being so hear at hand he stopped. 
Upon inquiring he found that it was none 
other than little MARIE ALLAIRE who 
was enjoying cats to her heart's content. 
The white haired gentleman was — staid 
THOMAS STONE. Can you imagine him 
calling on Marie Allaire! 

Our class orator was the next one to tell 
us of her interesting career. After gradu- 

ating from a well-known western college 
she became interested in politics. Because 
of her oratorical powers and her knowledge 
of the Constitution she was elected Congress- 
woman. While in Washington she married a 
well-known doctor there, and now she is 
spending most of her time orating to a 
small son — Junior. We all felt very proud 
of our class orator— VIOLA MASON. 

The fine looking, curly haired lad who 
had starred in athletics while in Burgy was 
now a tall, broad-shouldered distinguished 
looking gentleman. He told us that while 
at Yale he had continued his activities in 
sports and after graduation he had pitched 
for the Yankees. Needless to say this star 

The next one to tell of his experiences was 
a tall bespectacled gentleman known to his 
classmates as DICK FIELD. He told his 
friends that when he left high school he had 
attended a theological seminary at Prince- 
ton — later going to foreign fields as a 
missionary. As the board had passed a new 
ruling that all foreign missionaries must be 
married, he returned to see the love of his 
youth and regretted extremely that the 
farmer and mail carrier GEORGE 
MOLLISON was still courting LOUISE 
MOSHER who had graduated from the 
New England Conservatory of Music but 
was now at home playing the organ in the 
Haydenville Church. 

A very stunning lady next stood before 
us and said that she had wanted to teach 
English but, as time went on, she had 
become interested in creating styles. Now 
our bachelor maid, GERTRUDE KING, 
has large business interests in a modiste's 
shop in New York and also a petit shop of 
her own in Paris. 

The next classmate confided that she was 
Dorothy Dix who advice to the lovelorn in 
the large daily newspapers is so eagerly 
read. We were all surprised to learn that 
Dorothy Dix was the pen name of BETTY 

It was noticed that not one of our class 
had ventured into the movies and so when 
a tall red haired freckled-faced gentleman 
was called upon by Chester and introduced 
as a second Clark Gable, he was received 
with great enthusiasm. He made us believe 
it had been easy for him to become a star. 
He had been given a minor part in a large 
production and was immediately discovered 



to have such ability that he had been 
red ever since. Yes. it was GILBERT 
LOl'D. He also brought the regrets and 
good wishes of two more of our classmates. 

Tony Soltys was busy on location making 
a picture. After leaving high school he had 
been very successful broadcasting as a 
"Nut Cracker." But later he had been 
called to Hollywood to replace Schnozzle. 

Dorothy Field's days were filled teaching 
the Carioca dance of which she was the 
originator. She was also conducting a studio 
where tap. ballet, and acrobatic dancing 
are taught. 

The trim, attractive young lady who 
spoke next needed no introduction. She 
told us that while at Smith College she had 
become interested in advancing as far as 
possible in Scouting. After graduation she 
took up the work in Washington and is now- 
National Commissioner of the Girl Scouts 
of America. Who was it? Of course you 
have guessed— it was MILDRED SYL- 

One from far-off France was the next to 
tell her story. A dark haired lady, very 
modest in manner, with the same soft voice 
as of old. told us now afrer graduating from 
Smith College, she became one of the French 
faculty and later exchanged with a professor 
from France. At present she was visiting 
her family in Haydenville. This little 
professor was RITA RILEY. 

She also told us of the success of our 
friend and classmate. MARJORIE DAMON. 
She had advanced far in the field of debating. 
Graduating from Wellesley where she ma- 
jored in public speaking, she became inter- 
(1 in International Peace. She appeared 
before many large gatherings pleading this 

cause. Since then the House of Commons 
in England, the League Assembly at Geneva 
and our own Senate have been moved to 
vote for peace because of her eloquent 

If you tune in on your radio Tuesday and 
Friday afternoons at three o'clock you will 
recognize the voice of our next classmate 
who was to speak. EDITH MERRITT. 
She had become the well known domestic 
science expert after graduating from Sim- 
mons College where she had learned to 
prepare many new dishes. The Gold Medal 
Flour Company had employed her to dis- 
cover new ways of using their famous 
Kitchen-Tested Flour. 

We had all read in the daily papers of the 
successful solo flight around the world of a 
certain young lady. This young lady was 
none other than our own flaxen- haired 
VIRGINIA WARNER. We were thrilled 
as she told us of receiving her pilot's license 
and realizing her life's ambition and finally 
of the flight itself. 

Sitting by the side of our Lady Lindberg, 
listening closely but quietly as always, was 
a little curly-haired lady who. with the same 
quiet voice that she used to have, told us 
that she conducted a large swimming school 
in Miami. Florida in the winter, and in the 
summer continued her work as swimming 
instructor at Old Orchard Beach. WTiile 
Virginia soars, it is her pal, ANNA BAJ, 
who swims. 

Aa the last speaker finished, Chester rose 
and called for a toast to our Alma Mater, 
Burgy High: then to Norman and Nancy, 
the donors of the new 1934 gym: and finally 
to the success and happy reunion in 1964 
of every member of the class of '34. 

— Carolyn Barr 

Prophecy on the Prophet 

It was in the year of 1945 that I obtained 
permission to set sail for my native land, 
ition in London had kept me so busy 
that there had been no chance to go home 
for the last seven year-. Great was my joy 
one day when I was told that I could have 
a two month's leave of absence. Of course 
that meant that I should go back to 

I secured passage the next day and left as 
soon as I could set my affairs in order. I 

overjoyed when I sighted the great 
Statue of Liberty in New York harbor. 
Upon landing. I took a taxi to the Waldorf 
Astoria Hotel. 

After lunching there. I went out to see 
the sights. Passing a news stand. I saw- 
several magazines advertised. I scarcely 
glanced at them until I heard a woman say 
to her friend. "That Carolyn Barr has 
certainly put some pep into the Woman's 
Home Companion." When I heard Carolyn's 



name spoken, it set me thinking. Could 
this be the Carolyn of my high school days? 
I decided to find out so I bought a copy 
and looked up the address of the editor. 

The next day I called at the office of the 
Woman's Home Companion. After waiting 
for a short time I was admitted to the 
editor's office. As I opened the door, a tall 
woman, sitting at the desk and pondering 
over material for her magazine, looked up. 
There sat Carolyn Barr of the class of 1934! 

"Why Edward Murphy, where have you 
been all these yeans!" she exclaimed as she 
came forward cordially to greet me. I told 
her about my position and she invited me 
to her home on Park Avenue. There I met 
her family and we talked over old times 

and the other members of the class of '34. 

Carolyn told me that after graduating 
from Burgy High she went to Smith College 
where she majored in English because of 
her interest in journalism. After finishing 
her course there, she got a position on the 
editorial staff of the Woman's Home Com- 
panion. Five years later, when the editor 
retired, she took her place. This was cer- 
tainly a great boost for Burgy High to 
have one of its graduates so influential in 
the literary world. 

After spending a joyful evening with 
Carolyn I took a train for Massachusetts 
feeling very happy that I had met my old 
school mate again. 

— Edward Murphy 

Class Will 

Friends, underclassmen, members of the 
faculty, lend me your ears. I have come to 
give the last will and testament of the 
dignified seniors. 

We, the class of '34, being of sound mind 
and body for the first time in our lives and 
about to leave the Helen E. James School, 
of the town of Williamsburg, in the state of 
Massachusetts, do bequeath the following: 

To all the underclassmen we leave all the 
peanuts, lolly pops, and gum that can be 
found in Williamsburg next year. May you 
have much luck with them! 

The seniors wish to dedicate the swinging 
bridge to the class of '36, hoping they will 
use it as carefully as we did. 

Gilbert Loud leaves his attractive red 
curls to Otis Webb. They may come in 
handy at Prom time, Otis. 

Gertrude King bequeaths half of her 
modest ways to Olive Richardson. She will 
need the other half to capture the young 
minister she has her heart set on. 

Edward Murphy leaves his favorite ex- 
pression: "I ain't got none" to anyone who 
dares to use it in English class. He doesn't 
think he'll need it in college. 

Marie Allaire leaves her frank ways and 
cute remarks to Howard Willson. 

Chester King is sorry to say he hasn't 
anything to give as he will need his everyday 
cutups and his evening walks after choir 
rehearsal as pastimes next year. 

Edith Merritt bequeaths her winning 
way with the men teachers to Helen 

To all the teachers who have helped to 
pull us through these last four years we 
leave our deepest gratitude and good will. 

Viola Mason, Betty Webb, and Carolyn 
Barr leave their CCC boy friends to the 
other Goshen girls provided they don't keep 
them out too late. 

Thomas Stone bequeaths his dreamy spells 
to James Molloy, hoping it will keep him 
quiet during study periods. 

To Eleanor Wheeler, Nancy Sheehan 
wills her Chrysler so that the side roads 
will get plenty of use as they did this year. 

To the seniors of next year we bequeath 
the privilege of hearing Mrs. Warner say 
that Muzzey was an Englishman. 

Rita's only gift is that some worthy girl 
may take her place in managing certain 
junior, senior, and post graduate boys and 
do it as well as she did. 

The comb that George Mollison never 
used, he is leaving to Raymond Bradford. 
His is quite worn out. 

Louise Mosher wants to bestow her witty 
remarks on Ethel Spitzer and her place at 
the piano to Elmer Litchfield. 

The senior boys leave their afternoon lab 
privileges to Hans Nietche, Albert Mosher, 
and Alan Bisbee, provided that Catherine 
Vining, Evelyn Rustemeyer, and Isabel 
Roth are appointed to run the multigraph, 
which is situated in the lab, also. 



Henry Soltys leaves Yardic Golash the 
right to drive his delivery truck around 
after school, so that Isabel and Mary won't 
miss those daily rides. 

Richard Field wills the position as janitor 
of the Haydenville Congregational Church 
to any good young fellow. We hear that 
the night work is especially pleasant since 
the organist comes to practise evenings now. 

To his brother Richard. Norman Graves 
leaves his good fortune of driving his 
fathers big cars and picking up the out-of- 
town girls. 

The class as a whole sincerely hopes that 
the periods between classes will be much 
longer next year, so that Miss Walsh and 
Mr. Foster will have plenty of time for their 

And last of all we leave loads of amuse- 
ments for the coming year, so that this 
year's juniors wont have too much time 
in which to mourn over the loss of their 
dearest friends, the seniors. 

In testimony thereof, we hereunto set 
our hands and seal to this document on this 
nineteenth day of June in the year of our 
Lord, one thousand nine hundred and 



Marjorie Damon 

Eddie Cantor 
Joe Penner 
Will Rogers 

Class Grinds 

•.re the class of '34 
We hope we have not been a bore 
To all our teachers, school friends, too. 
And those of you who helped us through. 

I have been asked to give the grinds. 
A rhyming scheme of many lines. 
And 'though I'm not a poet true. 
I'll try my best to interest you. 

The members of our class are few. 
Perhaps I should say twenty-two. 
I don't know just where to begin. 
I have it! On with Chester King! 

Chester is our president. 
Of Haydenville a resident. 
Outstanding as a real athlete. 
And losing well when it's defeat. 

.t in line comes Nancy Sheehan. 
In Norman's eyes she's just the "Queen." 
Vice-president she is this year 
Perhaps 'twill help in her career. 

Now we'll view our secretary. 
Young, and fair, and not contrary. 
Marjorie Damon is her name. 
Here's hoping it will bring her fame! 

Our treasurer we must not mi>- 
Believe '-"U me when 1 Bay this. 
For Mildred sure will reach a height. 
Through strife and struggle she will fight. 

And now we come to Norman Craves. 
I'erhaps he'll some day join the Braves. 
]{>■ .1m- carefree and t> 

Hut will he remain that way.' 

Yirginia Warner it does seem. 

Has learned that wise and artful scheme 

Of keeping beautiful and gay. 

By making most her work just play. 

Gertrude King has studied hard. 
Always she has been on guard 
To answer all the questions, so 
She has become pro merito. 

Though Gilbert Loud is wont to grin. 
He seems to take it on the chin. 
When he attains the height of fame, 
Then will we see in lights his name. 

Now comes shy little Anna Baj. 
She sure can wink a wicked eye. 
But though she bashful seems to be, 
Can it be for eternity? 

We will miss our little Louise. 
Whose love for music will n'er cease. 
She's always been so full of fun 
We hope it's only just begun. 

What good does all this studying do?" 
This seems to be George Mollison's cue 
To shake his head in grave despair. 
And wonder how he'll earn his fare. 

Now Rita Riley from the mass 
Of young boys in the junior class, 
Has chosen one with skill and care. 
We think they make a real cute pair. 

Viola Mason we all know. 
Has done her best the class to show 
That she can speak before a crowd. 
And not talk low, but right out loud. 



Tom Stone to us seems rather shy, 
So naturally we wonder why? 
He seems to be an all 'round sport. 
Perhaps he has a girl to court. 

When Betty leaves the school this year, 
She won't have anything to fear. 
She'll have all day to read and nap — 
To read "When Casey's at the Bat." 

Edith will to college go, 
We know o'er there she'll find a beau, 
And when she does we only hope 
She's not persuaded to elope. 

When Henry Soltys leaves our ranks, 
Will he continue playing pranks? 
But yet he's generous with his gum, 
And never can you see him glum. 

Carolyn Barr has grown quite tall, 
In fact, near her I seem quite small. 
I suppose she's had her ups and downs, 
But still we've never seen her frown. 

Dorothy plans to be a nurse, 
And save us humans from the hearse 
She'll have to study four years more. 
We hope it won't become a bore. 
We know that Edward likes to play 
A game of baseball every day. 
Perhaps he may, in years to come, 
Become a pro, 'cause he's not dumb. 
We've guessed that Richard is in love, 
'Cause for Louise, his turtle-dove, 
He plans to build a cottage sound, 
With "Fields" of daisy s growing round. 
Last we'll view the poetess. 
Her name I think I'll let you guess. 
She's tried her best to tell in rhyme 
The nature of a class sublime. 

We've worked, we've played, through four 

short years, 
But now's the time to shed some tears. 
To think — and here I just must sigh — 
That we must leave dear Burgy High. 

— Marie Allaire 

Alumni Notes 




Walter Kulash 

William Ryan 

Alice Dansereau 

Hadley Wheeler 


Jane Kiely 
Margaret Trainor 
Robert Nash 
Robert Mathers 
Leslie Packard 

Alice Dansereau 

Mary Walsh 

Edward Foster 

Anne Dunphy 

Mrs. R. A. Warner 


Nathaniel Hill '30 Mass. State College 

Charles Damon '32 Bliss Electrical School 
Raymond Lee '31 Bliss Electrical School 
Winifred Lloyd '30 Cooley Dickinson Hosp 

CLASS OF 1933 

Juvy Black — working in Florence 
Richard Binke — Post graduate at W.H.S. 
Lawson Clark — Stockbridge School of Agric. 
George Demetriou — at home 
Harriet Dodge — Smith College 
Mary Dunn — at home 

Fred Fairbanks — Northampton Commercial 
George Field — at home 

Catherine Grace — McCarthy Business Sch'l 

Fred Goodhue — Mass. State College 

Madeline Holloway — at home 

George Judd — Northampton Commercial 

Louise Kellogg — at home 

Jean Merritt — Boston School of Phys. Ed. 

Ruth Merritt — in Cambridge 

Ethel Mosher — McCarthy Business School 

Magdalene Nietsche — at home 

Dave Packard — Northampton Commercial 

Rowena Pittsinger — North Adams State 

Teacher's College 
George Rustemeyer — at home 
John Shaw — at home 
Helen Smiley — Bay Path 
Ruth Stanton — at home 

Elmer Thayer — Hathaway's Filling Station 
Mari Wells — at home 
Gladys Irwin — at home 


Richard Merritt '27 to Pauline Webb '28 
May Burke '24 to Arthur Smith 
Earl Gusetti to Elizabeth Dunphy '20 


A son to Lawrence Coogan '27 
A son to Richard Bissell '26 



Class of 19 


Ray Bradford, we are told, likes his seat 
in English class very much. Who sits near 
you, Ray? 

Allen Bisbee seems to be the "bashful 
boy" of our class. 

Mary Coogan seems to have a hard time 
keeping all of the boys' names straight that 
fall for her. We hope you'll be able to keep 

Bill Corbett has come back to school 
again. This time he hopes to stay. 

Helen Demerski always knows the time, 
the place, and the person. We wish you 
luck. Helen. 

Augusta Emerson has promised to let us 
know when "Love" comes her way. 

Doris Hayden uses her Judd gement to 

Gertrude Heath likes to go to choir re- 
hearsal because of the admiring eyes that 
follow her. 

ArabeUe Knox still likes to "Skip." 

Ruth Lloyd has taken a sudden interest 
in gardens. Is it because of Sweet Peas 

Elmer Litchfield and James Molloy take 
a vacation every few days and come to 

Bessie Muraski still keeps us guessing 
because she is so quiet. 

Dot Metz tells us that she'd love to meet 
that Hen ry that's been chasing her lately. 

We wonder if Albert Mosher's gas tank 
was very full the morning after the Prom? 
Ask Phyllis. 

We wonder if Hans Nietsche says "Excuse 
me Mam" many nights a week. Perhaps 
that accounts for his being late so many 

Lena Niewiadomski always listens to the 
Singing Lady" so she'll hear the name of 
Kellogg's cereal announced. 

Maud Osmore always seems to have a 
"Payne" some place. 

It must take a stout heart to go past the 
cemetery after dark, Robert. 

Catherine Paul looks the happiest when 
she "Don s " her best clothes. 
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Class of 1936 

Betty Atherton is usually found at noon- 
time eating "rice." What brand is it, 

Ask Bernice Bickford if she still wants to 
be a "Queen" or would she rather work in 
the fields. 

If Esther Clark would use rouge she 
wouldn't need to eat those green vegetables 
which Howard so often advises. 

Alice Dresser seems to be rather "Shakey" 
lately. We wonder if one of her CCC friends 
makes her that way. 

We'd think Walter was a perfect little 
angel if it wasn't for his winks. 

How gloomy and dry school would be 
without the wit and spice with which 
Vardic Golash peppers our classes. 

It has been said that Henry Howe's ideas 
are a bit "Rusty" in French class. How 
about it, Henry? 

We wonder why Fonnie Lloyd reads Mr. 
Custer's "Boots and Saddles" most of the 

Pauline Packard has only to turn on that 
blush and like a charm it dazzles the ranks 
of men folks. 

Francis Packard will find a bit of compe- 
tition if he goes after Mary Coogan. Better 
stick to Lottie, Francis. 

We have come to the conclusion that 
Ruby Parker certainly agrees with the 
saying, "Silence is Golden." 

We wonder if Olive Richardson will live 
in a "Roy(al)" palace some day. 

Marge Sabo plans to travel in the West 
with the money she gets for solving Charlie 
Chan mysteries. 

Ruth Sylvester seems to enjoy sleigh 
rides. And How(e)! 

Howard Willson likes to ride a bicycle 
because he can "Wheel(er)" so well. 

Clifton Witt's theme song seems to be 



Class of 1937 

Lottie Algustoski is about to invest in a 
"Packard." We all hope her investment is 
a good one. 

We are told that Annetta and Ruth 
Barrus seem to be having a great many 
arguments about Walter Messenger. 

We all think Gertrude Bates has lost her 
bashfulness since she came to high school. 
Is this so, Doug? 

Barbara Burt hasn't been the same since 
Paul Clark started making eyes at Lillian 

Stella Demerski and Foster Newell seem 
to be interested in the same things — namely 
curls and dances. Isn't this so, Foster? 

We wonder what the attraction is down 
in Haydenville after school, Phyllis. Is it 
on Main or South Main Street? 

We hear that Christine Field likes to take 
long walks in the moonlight. Is this so, 

Every Fountain'ei that Ida Parenteau 
"imes across, she has to stop and watch. 

Nellie Golash is one of the quiet members 
of our class. 

Dorothy Harrison must be very nervous 
during a basketball game, because she's 
always walking around. 

We sincerely hope that next year Billy 
Howe will be able to keep awake on the 
way home from basketball games. 

We do not know much about Helen 
Kolosewicz as she is a new-comer to our 

We would like to know why Mary 
Michaloski takes so many walks to Burgy. 

We wonder if Adeline Merritt will ever 
stop asking questions. Never mind, Ade- 
line, "Live and Learn." 

We hear that Muriel Merritt wishes 
Lawrence Corbett would get a bicycle built 
for two. 

Helen Moddell is always asking questions 
of Mr. Foster. 

We would like to see Fern Mosher study- 
ing instead of talking with the boys. 

We wonder why Edward Molloy takes 
such pride in his curls. Does Fern like them? 
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Though I'm a real fella 
An' am tough like the res', 
There's one truthful thing 
That I've got to confess. 

You've gotta have a ma, 
With a sweet smilin' face 
There's no one in the world 
Who can quite take her place. 

For who brightens things up 
When a fella feels blue? 
Who untangles the millions — 
Makin' only a few? 

Who brings ya back to level 
When you've gone too far; 
Who understan's everythin' 
If it ain't yer ma? 

My mom's the best pal 
That I've got on th' earth, 
With lovin' soft fingers 
An' eyes full a' mirth. 

Though I ain't a big sissy 
That's tuned to a la, 
I feel sorry fer th' fella 
That ain't got a ma. 

Marjorie Damon '34 


God gave me a mother 

To guide me through life, 
To help me face problems, 

To vanquish all strife, 
To love and to cherish, 

To honor, obey, 
To praise and to worship 

With each word I say, 
To love with a true love 

Not mingled with hate, 
That I may be worthy, 

That I may be great, 
That I may be brave, 

That I may be strong, 
That I may admit 

When I know I am wrong. 
He gave me a mother 

To show me the road, 
To pave the rough way 

To His heav'nly abode. 

Marie Allaire '34 


The violets are peeping 
From lovely purple beds. 
The birds are softly singing 
Lift up your sleepy heads. 

The children are playing alleys 
The brooks are running free. 
The bluebird's cheerful singing 
I hear from budding trees. 

With these signs of sunny weather 
How can I help but smile 
I'll say good bye to winter 
Again, life seems worth while. 

Lena Niewiadomski '35 


The students seated at their desks, 

With text books all about; 
Are studying for to-morrow's test, 

I know without a doubt. 

But soon the teacher is called outside, 

They all commence to talk; 
Amidst the shouts of joy inside, 

They throw small bits of chalk. 

Suddenly footsteps they can hear. 

The pupils know what is best. 
So with a little bit of fear, 

They study for that test. 

Dorothy Field '34 


What would we do without our friends 
To whom our troubles are told? 
Friends — whose happiness we hold 
Above our own; 

Whose pride in us never ends; 
Friends in whom we can confide 
What to others we would hide 
And bear alone; 

Friends on whom we can depend, 
Who stand by to the last 
And help us when our hope is passed 
With not a moan? 

Oh now you see why our dear friends 
In whom our fondest hopes are laid — 
Who face the music unafriad 
We so enthrone. 

Mildred Sylvester '34 




What is it the robins are singing 

In lilting tones of joy? 
What is it the bluebirds are bringing 

For every girl and boy? 

The crocuses are showing their heads 

Above the greening grass. 
Yi'lets are peeping from snowy beds 

For joy of every lass. 

The ice has gone from the bubbling brook. 

And snow is melting fast. 
Flowers are growing in every nook 

For winter now is past. 

Oh, what is it. cant you guess? 

I"m sure that you must know. 
It's spring! No more, no less, 

Aren't you glad it's so? 

Annetta Barrus '37 


A ship once encountered a terrible storm 
While she was southward bound; 
Nearly all on board feared they'd perish soon, 
Alarmed lest the ship go down. 

One lad alone was happy and calm. 
No terror did he feel: 
"All is safe," he confidently cried, 
"My father is at the wheel." 

Old ship Zion in its onward course, 
Passed through many a stormy sea 
And 'twill safely land in the Haven of Rest 
Tho' we know not when it will be. 

When all seems dark, and everything wrong, 
And the whole world seems to reel, 
Don't be alarmed and give up the ship 
Our Father is at the wheel. 

Viola Mason '34 


The lesson was taught on the green-growing 

Where Trixie, our pet, was holding her class 
Of tiny, young kittens, all furry and fat, 
Who were trying to do as the old mother cat. 
Try," said the mother < at . washing her paw, 
And the kittens, knowing her word was law, 
Lifted their paws and with kitten-like grace 
Started to wash each happy young face. 
Hut all of a sudden with vigorous leap, 

The four little kittens all jumped in a heap, 
'Cause one of the pupils, while washing his 

Had bet that the others could not win the 

And after a moment of scramble and strife, 
The naughty l'il kitten was granted his life, 
Providing he'd follow his mother's advice, 
And never be naughty, and chase only mice. 

Marie Allaire '34 


It was a cold, damp day of late fall, 
typical of California's climate, when old 
Matt Simpson slung his pick over his 
shoulder and went out to his old mine to 
try to find a few particles of gold. He and 
his wife, Mary, were in an early stage of 
starvation. Their no-account son, Jake, was 
somewhere in th? village probably drunk in 
some back alley, after having spent the few 
dollars which he had wrested from his dad. 

Some few minutes after Matt had gone 
down into the mine a terrible explosion 
reverberated from its depths. Mary went 
hurrying out in frantic haste. She flew to 
the shaft only to find it closed. Poor Matt. — 
somewhere beneath tons of debris he lay, 
crushed or probably dead. Mary began to 
wring her hands and cry in despair. "Oh," 
she moaned, "if Jake were only here." No 
Jake came and Mary began to dig. Sud- 
denly the dirt caved in and in spite of her 
brave efforts she was doomed. 

About three days later a drink-soaked 
figure of a man staggered up the path to the 
house. He called gruffly to his mother. No 
answer. He called again to his dad. Still 
no answer. Then his befogged brain began 
to function. He went over to the mine and 
there he found death's gruesome story. He 
threw himself down by the shaft and great 
sobs racked his frame. 

All through the long, cold night he lay 
there, not caring whether the dawn came or 
not. The morning was still young when he 
heard a cry. It startled him. Was it animal 
or human. At first it came loud and then 
seemed to fade softly away. After a short 
while he rose and began to search. Just as 
the sun burst into the full height of its glory 
he spotted a dark object upon the horizon. 
Hastening forward as fast as his weakened 
condition would permit, he came upon a 
small boy about three years of age. After 



scanning the country about him for further 
signs of life and finding none, he picked the 
boy up in his arms and staggered up to the 
house. Finding a little canned milk he tried 
clumsily to feed him. 

After two days effort in caring for him, he 
began to work about the mine with Sonny 
(as he called the boy) always by his side. 
Jake's eagerness for the yellow dust was as 
great as his dad's before him and in making 
a wooden shovel and pick for Sonny he 
seemed to have forgotten the craving for 

One morning as Sonny was digging with 
his wooden shovel he found a stone. "Daddy" 
he called, "see the pretty stone." Jake, who 
always left his work to look at Sonny's 
finds, opened his eyes in amazement. 
"Gold!" he cried. "Gold! Let's go drink— 
you and I." Sonny took him by the hand 
and led him to the well. "Drink of water 
Daddy," he said. Jake stood there for a 
moment with his head bowed in shame and 
then took the cup handed him by Sonny 
and drank thirstily. 

Twenty years later found Sonny (or Son 
as he was now called) in one of California's 
largest universities playing the greatest 
football game of the year. As his fellow 
teammates carried him off on their shoulders 
a call came to him amid the cheers of the 
throng saying "Drink, Son, drink?" At the 
edge of the grid, Len met his father with a 
smile on his face and a glass of water in his 
hand saying, "Drink of water. Son?" Their 
eyes met in mutual understanding and Len 
drained the glass. 

Vernon Russell '35 


Ruth and Frank, the seventeen year old 
Barger twins, were in the living room one 
evening busily making out the guest list for 
a party they were giving the following week. 
Aunt Edith, sitting at the other end of the 
room heard Ruth say, "Of course we won't 
invite that funny thing!" 

"Who's as terrible as all that?" their 
aunt asked. 

"Oh, just one of the girls in our class. 
You should see her, Aunt Ed. She wears 
the funniest clothes and does some of the 
queerest things. She used to live out west 
and is a regular old hick." 

"She's not too bad," Frank put in. "And 
she sure is clever." 

"Some of the girls are crazy about her," 
Ruth continued, ignoring Frank's addition. 
"I guess they'll think different by when it 
comes to having a party. I'll bet she can't 
even dance and she probably wears that 
cow-girl uniform." 

"I knew a girl like that once," Aunt 
Edith said, thoughtfully. "But she proved 
that clothes and money and gracefulness 
aren't everything in life, once she had the 

"What happened?" Ruth asked and 
Frank said, "Tell us about it." 

"Well," Aunt Edith began, "When I was 
a girl about your age, there was a new girl 
in our town. At first no one liked her be- 
cause she dressed in old clothes and was so 
different, a lot like the girl you know. One 
summer a group of young people had a week- 
end party at Hinsdale Lake and she was 
invited by the chaperone. She didn't have 
a very good time because no one paid any 
attention to her. Everything was so new 
and different to her although she could row 
and swim well. You see, she had lived all 
her life way up north with her father, who 
was a fisherman, and she had never been to 
a public school or played with other children. 
Her mother had died when she was a baby 
and her father brought her up, taking her 
with him during the day and studying with 
her, nights. When she was old enough to go 
to high school, her father sent her to our 

One afternoon the whole party was 
swimming out near the raft, except Peggy 
(that was her name) who was still sitting 
on the wharf, when she heard a cry for help. 
Peggy dived into the water and while 
swimming toward the raft she could hear: 
"Try to get her Jim! She must have struck 
the rock!" and "Quick, Oh please hurry, 
help!" and "I can't even see her now!" 

By the time Peggy had reached the raft, 
she had come to the conclusion that some- 
one was drowning. Ten minutes later the 
breathless Peggy was bending over the 
dying girl. With quick commands, she 
ordered someone to go for the doctor, and 
blankets and bandages for her head, which 
was badly cut. Then Peggy laid the un- 
conscious girl fiat on the raft and kneeling 
began to give her artificial respiration, 
counting one-two-three, while the frightened 



crowd stood back and regarded the strange 
girl with a new light. 

Two hours passed and out on the raft 
you could see a girl still working patiently 
on a form which was white and still and not 
yet breathing. The doctor, having given up 
all hope, stood silently by, watching the 
faithful worker. Suddenly the doctor knelt 
down beside her and the remaining group 
gathered around him. The patient had 
stirred and gasped for breath. Peggy kept 
up her regular and steady pressing and soon 
the girl caught another breath. The crisis 
had passed, and the unfailing courage of 
the girl, whom everyone thought queer, had 
won the fight. 

"Gee, was she all right after that?" 
Frank asked. 

"Yes," Aunt Edith replied, "and after 
that no one ever said an unkind thing about 
Peggy. She became the most populr girl 
in our town." 

The Barger twins were silent for a minute 
and then Ruth said, "Frank, I've put the 
new girl down on our list." 

Later Frank demanded, "Aunt Edith, 
weren't you almost drowned once when you 
were young?" and when his aunt nodded: 
"Wasn't it at Hinsdale Lake?" Aunt Edith 
only smiled. 

Marjorie Damon '34 


"Oh, Mary, what did you get in that final 
exam you took last week? That was the 
only one you had to take wasn't it? Gee, 
how do you get such good marks?" 

"I flunked it, Dot," replied Mary, as the 
two girls walked along after coming from a 
club meeting. Several girls had remarked to 
Dot Cummings that they thought Mary 
Stevens hadn't been happy this past week. 

"Are you going to the whist party to- 
night?" asked Mary, changing the subject. 

"Oh, say, I really had forgotten it. I 
doubt if I'll be able to go as I have quite a 
hit of studying to do. Are you going? I'll 
bet you are why, studying wouldn't stop 
you from going anywhere, would it?" re- 
plied Dot laughing. "Mary, you're a lucky 
girl. You are popular, attractive and don't 
ever have to study nights. Still you are on 
the high honor roll and you are one who 

Don't please, Dot. I can't bear this any 
longer! I'll tell you something. I'm afraid 

of next week — graduation, I mean." 

"What is the trouble? You have nothing 
to worry about — not with your marks." 

"That's it. I have had high marks all 
four years in high school and only last week 
I was caught. Miss Hale caught me cheat- 
ing in my final exam. I've done it for four 
years and got by with it. That's why I 
flunked that test and you know that means 
I'm not on high honor roll for graduation." 

"Mary, didn't I tell you when we were 
freshmen that you'd get caught just the 
wrong time? Remember that?" 

"Yes, I've thought of that conversation 
several times this week," said Mary Stevens, 
tears rolling down her cheeks. 

"Now, your time has come. This, of 
course, was the worst time you would have 
wanted to be caught. But would it be fair 
in years to come to have that feeling hang- 
ing over you? Don't you really think the 
teachers have realized that you have been 
cheating? Yes, they have, and I knew this 
was coming. Mary, dear, would you have 
wanted to receive a diploma which had a 
high honor seal on it when you yourself knew 
it didn't belong to you?" 

By this time they had reached Dot's 
home. She left Mary telling her to go home 
and think it over. 

Next day Mary met Dot after school. On 
the way home Mary said to Dot, smiling, 
"Dot, what do you think I did? I went to 
Miss Hale and told her what I had been 
doing all four years of high school. I told 
her I didn't realize my terrible mistake until 
I received my mark last week. I asked her 
not to give me even an honor award on my 
diploma. She talked to me and now I feel 
like a different person." 

"Mary, don't you really think 'fair play 
is the best policy'?" 

"I sure do," said Mary as the two girls 
went joyfully, smilingly on their way. 

Carolyn Barr '34 


Nowhere in this world of ours is there a 
dearer name than Mother. In all the land 
this name stands out in the hearts of all 

Great men may come and go but Mothers 
always are here to advise and correct us. 

Many a man or woman has gone out into 
the world to try to seek his or her fortune. 



Some have failed, and after a long absence 
have returned home, still finding a Mother's 
love for her children. 

A young man was once very intent on 
leaving home to try to make his own way in 
the world. As time went by and he failed 
to make much headway, he became dis- 
gusted. He struggled a while longer and 
finally gave up hope. He did not have the 
nerve (as he called it) to go back to his 
parents after his failure. So, not having any 
place even to rest his head at night, he 
decided to end it all for good. He was about 
ready to shoot himself, when his conscience 
got working. He reasoned the matter out. 
He was wondering how his Mother would 
feel and how her poor heart would break of 
sadness, if he did commit suicide. 

Finally he went back to his parents. As 
soon as he reached home he found a Mother's 
welcome. He told her all about his experience 
and how he had failed. 

She did not scold or tell him to leave 
because of his failure. Instead she gave him 
advice and pointed out his mistakes. A 
little later he was prepared. He got a job, 
and with his Mother's cooperation became 
steadily promoted. 

Had not this man thought of his Mother, 
and the good advice she could give, he 
would long have been dead, a victim of 
suicide and scorned by the world because 
of his own faults and over hasty ambitions 
of succeeding. 

Henry Soltys '34 


"When you come to the end of a perfect day, 
And you sit alone with your thoughts.'' 

What time of day could be more perfect 
for thinking? For sitting silently and watch- 
ing the sun drop slowly and mysteriously in 
the west? Your mind unconsciously turns 
to thoughts of what you have done during 
the day, and if anyone is near you, you tell 
him about it. You make a summary of 
the day's events and will probably think of 
something you should have done or some- 
thing it would have been wise not to do. 

The sinking of the sun and the sight of 
the stars coming out one by one will turn 
your mind to wondering about the mys- 
teries of human, animal and plant life 
around you. You will wonder about God, 

who makes all these things and, as you look 
around at the silent trees, your heart is filled 
with awe. You watch the sun go down and 
the sky change from one hue to another. 
What makes the sky do this and get such 
pretty combinations of colors? 

You hear birds in the trees faintly chirp- 
ing the last goodnight notes and then the 
trees become dark and silent. Next your 
eyes and thoughts are turned to the houses 
of the town. First one light and then 
another will appear and suddenly, without 
warning, the street lights come on, flooding 
the whole town in light. Then from near 
and far come the voices of mothers calling 
to their children, and you hear their happy 
laughter and cheerful "good-night" as they 
leave their friends and the neighborhood to 
silence. When you hear this you think of 
when you were young and out playing; of 
your mother who is now far away, how she 
used to call you to come to bed. You re- 
member with a sigh all the happy times you 
had with your friends. Where are they now? 
Some, perhaps, have been called home by 
their Master. Others have moved far away. 
Have they forgotten you? What are they 
doing now? Perhaps they, too, are thinking 
of you and their happy school days. 

How quickly the days and years have 
passed! Why, it seems only yesterday that 
— and you are off on another thought! Some 
funny thing, perhaps, that happened to you 
or your friend and you laugh at that, and 
other incidents that run through your mind. 

Now it is dark, except for the stars, and 
perhaps a moon, which reminds you of 
another night years ago as you begin to 
think about going to bed, you wonder what 
the next day will bring. There are certain 
things that must be done and immediately 
you begin to plan on the best time to do 
them. On deciding this you go to bed, full 
of hope and expectation for the morrow. 

Again, what time of day could be better 
for thinking? Not morning when everyone 
is getting up and thinking of breakfast and 
when the day's duties lie before you. Not 
middle morning when you are hurrying to 
get the work done. Not noon when the 
folks are coming home hungry and you are 
worrying about the outcome of the dinner. 
Not in the afternoon when you go calling 
or have callers, nor at supper time when 
everyone is coming home with stories and 
tales of the day and waiting impatiently 



for supper. No. the evening, when you can 
sit quietly without interruption, is the best 
time "to sit alone with your thoughts."' 

Gertrude King '34 


The shades were drawn in Room 5 at the 
Riverboro Hospital. Rose Kirby, a nurse, 
sat beside the bed where lay Mrs. James 
Hurley, an invalid of a few hours. She had 
been in an accident and had received a 
slight concussion of the brain. She had not 
yet recovered from the operation which she 
had successfully undergone. But now she 
opened her eyes and stared with wonder 
around the small white room. 

"Oh, where am I?" she asked in alarm. 

"Sh! Please don't try to think now," 
said Rose. "You are resting comfortably." 

"But where am I?" pleaded the patient. 
"Where is Betty — and Bob, where is he?" 

"You are in the Riverboro Hospital," re- 
plied Rose, "but please try to rest quietly." 

"What happened?" asked Mrs. Hurley of 
the pretty young nurse. 

"Wait until you are feeling better." 
begged Rose. "Your children are safe." 

"Oh, my babies," murmured the woman, 
falling back on the pillows. "I want my 

Relieved, she closed her eyes, and Rose 
left the room. On meeting Dr. Jacobs in 
the hall, she questioned him. 

"She's one of the many who were injured 
in the bus wreck at Waverly," said the 
middle-aged doctor. "Bob is staying with 
me for the present but Betty is dead, I 

"Oh, how dreadful!" gasped the nurse. 

"Don't tell her anything," and Dr. 
Jacobs walked away. 

* * * * 

l')oh Hurley, a fine young man, had be- 
come very friendly with Ruth Carter. One 
day, while strolling in the garden at Bob's 
home, the conversation drifted and they 
wen- soon talking of their pasts. It was here 
that they discovered that they had both 
been in the wreck at Waverly almost 
twenty years ago. 

After talking for some time. Bob brought 
Ruth in the house to see his mother. 

"Hello, Ruth," greeted Mrs. Hurley, who 
was placing flowers in a vase. "I'm so glad 

to see you. You remind me so of Betty. 
That's a pretty locket you're wearing. May 
I see it?" 

"Surely."' replied Ruth. "Here it is.'" 

Mrs. Hurley became very white and took 
the locket in her trembling hands. 

"Why," she gasped, "this is Betty's 

At this she broke down and began to cry 

"Betty — my baby — you are my Betty — 
after all these years. 

The link was found. 

Marie Allaire '34 


Harry Stevens was an old man who lived 
on our street. He was the sort of man that 
everyone considered odd. He seldom mixed 
with other people, and rarely talked, except 
when he gave his order at the grocery store 
down town. Of course he was always "the 
goat" on Hallowe'en night. Harry Stevens 
with his crutch and bent back was a pitiful 
figure, but his eyes were fiery blue-gray, and 
when they flashed, you knew that he could 
take care of himself. 

One day when I was on the way home 
from baseball practice, whistling and swing- 
ing my bat, I saw Mr. Stevens' dog lying 
on the ground near the hedges, whimpering. 
I shuddered, thinking of what had probably 
happened to the poor creature at that man's 
hands. I picked up the dog, screwed up my 
courage, and went in to where the old man 
was slouched in his chair, smoking a pipe. 
When he saw me, he drew his eyebrows 
together in a frown and thunderingly de- 
manded what I wanted. When he saw his 
dog, he reached out his arms to take him. 
I could see that he cared very much for his 
dog. I asked if there was anything I could 
do, and he sent me for a cloth and a pan of 
warm water, with which he bathed the dog's 
bloody leg and foot carefully, even tenderly. 
The wound looked like a cut from a trap. 
I inquired about it, and he answered huskily 
that it was a trap he had set for the thieving 
animal that had been stealing his grain. 
When he had finished bathing the dog's leg, 
he went after some hay which he put in the 
bottom of a box that was to be the dog's 
temporary bed. After spreading a soft 
flannel over the hay, he carefully put the 
dog in it. 



Meanwhile my mind was going over the 
remarks that had in the past been made 
against this man. Who said that he had no 
heart, that he was never lonely, and didn't 
care whether or not he was ever spoken to? 
Why his own neighbors didn't know this 
man — not his real self. I was brought back 
to the present by his asking me what my 
name was. 

"James Randall," I replied. "The fellows 
call me Jim." 

"Well, Jim," he said, "sit down over 
there. I have something to ask you. Jim. 
Laddy was caught in a trap. Someone must 
have let him out." 

He paused, and I understood what was 
coming next. I was hoping against hope 
that he wouldn't ask me why that someone 
hadn't brought the dog to the house, when, 
like a thunderbolt, it came. I decided that 
it would be best to make a clean breast of 
the whole story, so I blurted out, "Perhaps 
that someone was afraid to come in." 

Mr. Stevens was astounded, "What was 
he afraid of?" he asked. 

"Well, sir," I replied, "everyone is. Per- 
haps I shouldn't say this, but you asked." 

"Go on!" 

"Everyone is afraid because they think you 
have some dark past and don't talk much 
because you might give yourself away. I've 
been brought up to believe it, too, but," I 
went on, rising, "I don't anymore." 

"Thank you," he said, taking my hand 
in his old, wrinkled one. "Jim, my boy, 
since you have expressed your faith in me, 
I will explain myself, if I can. When I was 
a boy, I had a private tutor, and about 
everything I wanted, except friends. When 
my parents died, I was left with almost 
nothing, and I had to go on my own. I 
found then the truth of 'an old dog doesn't 
learn new tricks.' It seems instinctive for 
children to make friends, but I had never 
had this experience, and, at twenty-six, I 
didn't know how to begin, so I have always 
been shy and afraid of others. It sounds 
foolish, but it is something I can't help." 

I determined right then that I would in- 
troduce the fellows to him, and there would 
be some evenings, at least, that he wouldn't 
be lonely. On the way home, I thought over 
all that had gone on in the last hour, and 
reflected how little you can tell from out- 
ward appearances, for "Looks are deceitful." 

Mildred Sylvester '34 


The signal came. The men started creep- 
ing forward to the trench. Many were on 
hands and knees, but most of them were on 
their stomachs, wriggling like snakes. 

Finally all were in the trench. In five 
minutes the next signal would send them 
over the top to — what? victory? defeat? 
life? death? freedom? prison? In a few 
seconds they would know. 

Then the signal, a low whistle much like 
a moan, was heard. 

Don went over with the rest. A sharp 
pain went through his head. He reeled and 
fell. Blessed unconsciousness overcame him. 

"He's coming to, Doctor," a girl in white 

Don saw a white room with a lovely nurse 
beside him. The doctor was standing be- 
hind her. Suddenly he recognized the room. 
It was his bedroom. He looked back at the 
nurse, it was his wife, Mary. 

"What happened?" he asked. 

"That's what we'd like to know." 

"The last thing I remember is that we 
got the signal to go over and then I was 
struck or struck something." 

The doctor said, as he turned to go, 
"Better tie him in. A few more dreams like 
that and he'll be playing a harp." 

Don had knocked his head on the bedpost 
and had awakened his wife as he fell to the 
floor. His wife had moaned in her sleep 
sending him "over the top." 

Edith Merritt '34 


Mr. Rand was missing! His wife dis- 
covered it when she awoke to find his 
pillow untouched. 

She called the police immediately. She 
explained to them that she had gone to bed 
at her usual time as he was very often late. 
The big, burly chief tried in vain to comfort 
her. She would sit for hours moaning, 
"He's kidnapped. I know it! I know it! 
Why was I so cross to him? Why — " etc. 

The chief sent Donovan to look for him. 
The next day Donovan failed to report. 

Two weeks passed and seven of the chief's 
best men were missing. He was nearly 
frantic because beside Mrs. Rand he had 



light dawned, 
secretary he 
and slammed 

the wives and sweethearts of the seven other 
men moaning around the office. 

"Eight men — eight men missing." he 
muttered to himself. Then a 
"Missing? Bosh!" To his 
said. "I'll be back some day!" 
the door. 

Two days later he made a triumphant 
return to the town, boasting how he alone 
had freed these eight men. He would cer- 
tainly be re-elected now. 

But each man said to himself, as he kissed 
his loved one. "Freed — nothing! He just 
won the rubber." 

Edith Merritt "34 


Phil Parks sat in the cockpit of his 
bomber, nervously fingering the controls, as 
he awaited the signal that would send him 
and his buddies on a hazardous midnight 
raid, deep into enemy territory. The 
objective was a huge munition plant located 
about a hundred miles from the front. 
Several sections of strategic importance to 
the allies, but now controlled by the enemy, 
were provided with shells from this plant. 
Once the plant was ruined, it would be 
many hours before these sections could be 
furnished from another plant. A sudden 
drive at this time would rout the enemy. 

Phil glanced at his wrist watch. At 
almost any second Captain Bicknell would 
give the signal. He waited in silence. Even 
the scrubby trees that bordered the field 
stood in gruesome stillness, mysteriously 
nodding and waving to one another, as if 
predicting the outcome of the raid. 

At last the captain gave the signal, gave 
his ship the gun, and roared off into the 
night. Phil, second in formation, waited a 
second and then took off after him. He 
circled his plane up into position directly 
behind the captain. They circled the field 
until all planes were in formation, and then 
set their course toward destruction or glory. 

An hour and a half later the squadron 
circled the munition plant and began to 
descend. Lights twinkled below and showed 
the target clearly to the men in the bombers. 
It would be a simple thing to swoop down 
and completely demolish the place. 

But suddenly a powerful beacon lighted 
the sky. The big bombers were easily 
discernible to the guards below and at once 

the anti-aircraft guns burst into action. 
Phil wondered what Captain Bicknell would 
do now. It would be almost certain death 
to fly into the range of the anti-aircraft, but 
he saw that this was exactly what the 
captain was planning to do. Bicknell 
turned, waved to his men and then dove at 
the building. Out of the corner of his eye, 
Phil saw one of the planes lurch violently 
and slip off on its wing into a spin. It made 
his blood run cold, but he followed the 

Directly over the building. Phil released 
two bombs in quick succession. He didn't 
have time to see what damage they had 
done, but zoomed up to wait for the rest of 
the squadron. After circling for five minutes 
without a sign of any of his comrades, he 
again descended. He saw a mass of ruins 
where the building had stood, but no signs 
of the squadron. Phil decided that those 
who were able had started for home with- 
out him, and he immediately departed in 
that direction. 

The first gray streaks of dawn found Phil 
still in the air over unfamiliar territory. He 
hadn't caught up with any of his buddies 
and he was somewhat worried. Just then 
he wasn't thinking of this. Two planes had 
taken off about a mile ahead of him. They 
quickly gained altitude and came toward 
him to give battle. Phil had to fight and the 
odds were against him. 

The planes came on swiftly and meanwhile 
he planned his attack. He would fly toward 
the ships until within a few hundred feet, 
then zoom quick and dive on one of them. 
The other would get him, but he ought to 
get one of them. 

Now! Phil set his nerves and yanked 
viciously on the stick. His bomber went 
up — and then he dived. Directly on the 
foremost ship Phil played his gun. He raked 
the cockpit with two bursts and had the 
satisfaction of seeing the plane fall into a 
spin. Now where was the other plane? 

Rat-a-tat-a-tat-a-tat. . . The burst came 
from behind and over him. A fierce joy of 
battle came over him and he pulled his ship 
up sharply. At the same instant his gas 
gave out. The motor popped a couple of 
times and then died. One of the bullets 
from the last burst of fire from his enemy 
had entered his back. Beads of sweat stood 
out on his forehead from the pain of the 
wound. Everything was reeling before his 



eyes. It was getting dark and he was so 
tired. . . Then, dimly, just below him, he 
saw his enemy. He slumped forward in his 
seat. The action shoved the joystick ahead 
putting the plane into a steep dive. The 
two planes crashed in mid-air and fell to 
the ground together. 

The next morning his name appeared on 
the bulletin. "Phillip Parks. Age 23. Lost 
while on perilous duty." 

Raymond Bradford '35 


"Faith is the heavenly light that gilds 
our labors. Were we deprived of that 
source of consolation, life would indeed be 

This noble teaching, whether exemplifying 
man's faith in himself, in his fellowmen, or 
in his God is as true today as it was fifty 
years ago when it was first written. 

A man who has faith enough in himself 
to finish what he starts out to do, heedless 
of all scorn and ridicule, will never fail. 
Certainly all great scientists must have had 
abundant faith in themselves. Without this 
faith ether, insulin, toxin-antitoxin and 
many other wonderful discoveries would 
never have been made. Inventors too have 
shown this trait. Surely if Thomas Alva 
Edison had listened to the scorn and ridicule 
of the supposedly brilliant men of his time 
and had not had faith in himself, he would 
never have given to the world his marvelous 

Without faith in our fellow men and 
theirs in us, "life would indeed be dreary." 
A child's faith in its parents is one of the 
sweetest and most picturesque examples of 
this. For, to them when some danger 
threatens, their child always turns. And 
dreary indeed are those parents' lives if 
that child's faith in them is lost. In the 
practical world, what could a diver accom- 
plish if he did not have faith in the men 
above the water who had his life in their 
hands? Again, Benedict Arnold's heroic 
deed in the storming of Quebec and in the 
battle of Saratoga show distinctly the effect 
of the soldiers' faith in him; whereas, when 
that faith was turned to hatred by his 
treason, Arnold's "life indeed was dreary." 

The lives of all great men have been 
strengthened by their faith in God. To me, 
Washington, kneeling in the snow at Valley 

Forge, conversing with his Maker and asking 
Divine aid for his sick and wounded men, 
is a most beautiful example of a great man's 
faith in God. A striking illustration of a 
great woman's faith in God is found in the 
deeds of Joan of Arc. Following what she 
believed to be God's summons, she led the 
armies of France to victory. 

Man's faith is also exemplified by the 
farmer who plants the seed in the spring and 
diligently cares for the plants during the 
long summer having faith that God will 
provide a rich and abundant harvest. 

Those who would be truly great must 
remember that these traits of faith in him- 
self, in his fellow men and in his God are 
all embodied in every great man. Take for 
example that idol of American youth, Charles 
Lindbergh. His faith in his own ability, his 
faith in his mechanic's skill and his faith in 
his God brought him safely through un- 
charted paths to his goal. 

Charles Warner '35 

Mr. Foster — "What is the foundation of 
good posture?" 
Gert King— "Big Feet." 


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named ambition by some. 

Imagine now, a little lad of six. He sees 
some daring act done by a famous man and 
immediately set his heart on doing the 
same when he grows up. He gets older. 
His first ambition wavers and new ideas 
enter his mind as he continually sees new 
things. At the age of sixteen he, very 
likely, has a definite idea of what he intends 
to do in the years to come — maybe to be an 
aviator or engineer, perhaps a president of 
some great firm. Whatever it is, he puts 
his whole body and soul into the path that 
he has chosen to follow. 

Sometimes our life work seems so far 
away, when everything is dark and obstacles 
loom before us like so many mountains, 
seemingly impassable. But if we look at the 
bright side of things and stick to the path- 
way, no matter how rough, some day we 
must come out into sunshine on the other 
side of the mountains. That is ambition. 

— Raymond Bradford '35 



We Should Like to See 

Charlie Warner without a note for Rita. 
Miss Walsh not angry with the seniors. 
The Chesterfield girls stop putting waves in 

their hair in school. 
Vardic Golash stop flirting. 
The freshmen noisy during last period in 

the afternoon. 
Mr. Foster get his papers corrected. 
Tom Stone say something. 
Norman Graves stop arguing with Rita Riley 
Pupils without gum. 
Soltys without a grin. 
Malloy wake. 
Dick Burke get caught in the girls' lunch 

room again. 

Nancy Sheehan put her gum in the basket. 

Catherine Paul smile. 

Isabel have her hair cut. 

Virginia Warner walking. 

Hans Nietsche on time. 

Edwin without his smile for a certain girl. 

Maud Osmore keep quiet in M. & M. history. 

Edith Merritt lost at M.S.C. 

Dot Field with someone besides her cousin. 

Evelyn Rustemeyer singing the "Anvil 

The Goshen girls without thair CCC's. 
Ed Murphy play post office. 
Adeline Merritt without a question for 


Song Hits 

Charles Warner, "Rio Rita" 

Hans Nietsche, "Waiting at the Gate for 

P^dwin Russell, "Margy" 
Chester King, "Somebody Stole My Gal" 
Tony Soltys, "Love Thy Neighbor" 

Norman Graves, "Show Me the Way to Go 

Viola Mason. "Jimmy Had A Nickel" 
Gilbert Loud, "Ida, Sweet As Apple Cider" 

Betty Webb, "I Love You So Much" 

Richard Field, "Louise" 

Marie Allaire, "Love Me Tonight" 

Clifton Witt. "Lazybones" 

Miss Walsh, "Sonny Boy" 

Richard Graves, "Sweet Adeline" 

Rita Riley, "Charlie, My Boy" 

Edward Murphy, "Somebody Loves You" 

(meaning Nancy) 
Mr. Foster, "School Days" 
Raymond Bradford, "Mary" 

-• — *•- 

Miss Walsh "Marie, I thought I told 
you to keep the seat I gave you yesterday?" 
Bob Beach sitting in the seat). 

Marie — "Well, I wasn't going to sit on 

The French teacher giving an assignment 
to French class which is standing for dis- 
missal says: "Be able, — to sit down." 

Miss Walsh (to Annie who couldn't pro- 
nounce a word in the English book) "Where 
arc you?" 

Anna "Below Heaven." 

Mr. Foster — "How do they produce 
oranges without seeds?" 

Dick Field not thinking "By crossing 
them with some other wild animal." 

Marie to Mr. Foster — "What kind of a 
bird has whiskers?" 

Dot Metz—"A cat-bird." 

Miss Walsh — "Carolyn, who sits in front 
of you?" 

Carolyn — "Hans Nietsche." 

Miss Walsh — "Hans, get back to your 
seat. And now who sits in front of you?" 

Hans — "I do, once in a while." 

Mrs. Warner — "What did the framers of 
the Constitution mean by insure domestic 

Tom Stone — "Stop divorce." 

Miss Walsh, having mislaid some fresh- 
men papers, told the class that she must 
have mixed the freshmore papers with the 



















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Standing — A. Mosher, C. Warner, A. Bisbee 
Seated N. Graves, Mrs. Warner, Coach, C. King 

Debating Society 

President, Chester King '34 

Vice-President, Raymond Bradford '35 

Secretary-Treasurer, Allen Bisbee '35 

Our first preliminary debate for this 
season was held June 2, 1933, on the question 
of Cancellation of War Debts. The judges 
decided upon Albert Mosher as the best 
debater, and Evelyn Rustemeyer as second 

Our second debate, held on the first 
Friday in October, was on the question of 
installment buying. Charles Warner won 
first place and Edwin Russell second. 

On October 30, we held our last prelimin- 
ary debate at the Helen James Hall, on the 
question of Radio Control by the Govern- 
ment. Allen Bisbee was the winner of first 
place and Gertrude King second place. 

Our interscholastic debating has been 
very successful this year as in the past. 

Our first debate was with the Smith's 
School of Northampton, at the Helen James 
Hall. The question for debate was, "Re- 
solved, that installment buying is a detri- 
ment to the American people." Our team, 
composed of Albert Mosher, Chester King, 
and Charles Warner, upheld the negative 
and the judge's decision was unanimous in 
favor of Williamsburg. This assured Chester 
King, our debating society president, of his 
National Forensic Key, and membership in 
the National High School Honor Society 
for debaters. 

Our second interscholastic debate was 
held on March 23, again at the Helen James 
Hall. This debate, on the question of 
Federal Control of Banking, was with 
Hopkins Academy of Hadley. Our de- 
baters, Allen Bisbee, Albert Mosher, and 
Charles Warner upheld the negative. The 
judges again gave our team a unanimous 



Oratorical Contest 

This year Williamsburg High School had 
a contestant in the Oratorical sponsored by 
the Western Massachusetts newspapers. 
Viola Mason, of the senior class, brought 
honor to the school and credit to herself by 
her excellent work in this contest. Her first 
victory was won at Greenfield where she 
met representatives from Greenfield, Turners 
Falls, Shelburne Falls, and Orange High 
Schools. Her splendid presentation of her 
main oration and her extempore speech won 
her first place there. Later, in Springfield, 
in a contest held in the Municipal Audi- 
torium with more friends and students 
present from Williamsburg than the entire 
enrollment of the school, she gave an even 
more brilliant presentation and did excellent 
work with her extempore speech. Here 
Cathedral High of Springfield, Pittsfield 
High, Loomis School of Windsor, Conn., 
South Hadley Falls High, and Lenox High 
had also sent representatives to the contest. 
In spite of the fact that she was the only 
young lady contestant, she tied for third 
place on the first ballot in this final contest 
but lost to the Pittsfield contestant upon 
reballoting. Her oration, which will be 
long remembered, was on "Madison, the 
Master Builder of the Constitution." 


As contest has followed contest through 
the last ten years, thousands of American 
citizens have been inspired with a greater 
love for their Constitution. They have 
heard, many times, of the part which such 
great men as Washington, Lincoln and 
Marshall have played in framing, preserving 
and interpreting this immortal document. 
Yet, seldom have they heard of the part 
played by that man without whose efforts 
then- might never have been such a docu- 
ment to frame, preserve or interpret. This 
man, called by Professor Farrand of Yale, 
the Master Huilder of the Constitution, was 
Jamefl Madison of Virginia. 

It was as a member of the Virginia legis- 
lature in 1786 that this man who had spent 
hi youth in the study of history and politi- 

cal science, took his first decisive step to- 
ward building a stronger federal govern- 
ment. Madison believed that uniform trade 
regulations, imposed by Congress on all 
states alike, was the only cure for the 
existing evils. And so, when Maryland 
proposed that delegates from Virginia, 
Pennsylvania and Delaware should meet 
with hers to draw up mutual trade agree- 
ments, Madison defeated the proposal by 
an amendment to include delegates from 
all the states. By this act he made possible 
the Annapolis Convention. 

No one realized better than he what the 
probable outcome would be. But desperate 
times required desperate measures. When 
the delegates met at Annapolis, only five of 
the thirteen states were represented. The 
only business done was the unanimous 
adoption of a proposal that the thirteen 
states should appoint commissioners to 
meet at Philadelphia on the second Monday 
in May, 1787, to "make the Constitution 
of the Federal Government strong enough 
to meet the pressing needs of the Union." 

Then Madison, as a member of the 
Virginia legislature, prevailed upon that 
body to appoint delegates to the convention. 
He also persuaded Washington to be one of 
those delegates. This was no easy task as 
Washington had retired from public life. 
Yet the knowledge that their beloved leader 
would be a member of the Convention 
filled the people with such confidence that 
his appointment proved to be the turning 

Soon after this, all the remaining states, 
except Rhode Island, had chosen delegates. 
Thus Madison laid the foundation for the 
great service which he was to render as 
"Master Builder of the Constitution." 

Although the Constitution — like any 
structure built by persons of widely differ- 
ing views — does not follow the plan of the 
Master Builder in all of its details, the fact 
remains that the most important features 
do follow his plan very closely. Outstand- 
ing among these features are: the division 
of the powers among the legislative, execu- 
tive and judicial branches of government; 
representation by the people directly in- 
stead of by the states; and a dual form of 



The Connecticut Compromise by which 
Madison's plan seemed to be modified so 
much, was really a great victory for Madison 
and his party, for they could afford to yield 
to the smaller states in the composition of 
the Senate — since, with representation in 
the House by individuals instead of by 
states, their point was gained — and the 
need of replacing the Articles of Confedera- 
tion with an entirely new constitution was 
made clear. 

From that time on, Madison's leadership 
was recognized. Washington and Franklin 
silently but none the less effectively, put 
the weight of their influence on Madison's 
side. Quietly, yet forcefully, this man, 
whom even his enemies trusted and re- 
spected — defended his plan and strengthened 
his framework — as all good builders must. 

Although the building was done, Madison 
well knew that all his labor would have 
been in vain unless the people for whom he 
had builded would approve it and use it. 

And so he began his great work toward 
ratification as a delegate in the Virginia 
Convention. Eight states had already 
ratified, leaving Virginia the key state. 
With Patrick Henry and two-thirds of the 
delegates opposed, Madison fully realized 
the magnitude of his task. However, as 
Hunt says of him, "Madison had spent his 
whole life (consciously or unconsciously) 
preparing for the Philadelphia Convention." 

All this preparation counted for — when 
the vote was taken — Madison, with his 
convincing arguments, had won against 
Patrick Henry, the greatest orator of the 
day, with a vote of eighty-nine to seventy- 
nine in favor of ratification. 

Although Madison was a member of the 
first Congress under the new Constitution; 
and later President of the United States, 
his greatest service to America and mankind 
came during those years which he spent as 
"Master Builder of the Constitution." 

CLASS OF 1935 

(Continued fron Page 1 !) 

Evelyn Rustemeyer is always reciting 
"Under the Spreading Chestnut Tree, a 
village Smithy stands." 

Isabel Roth has become very interested 
in "Jack-in-the-Pulpits" lately. 

It's a wonder Mr. Foster doesn't have 
more flat tires, since Edwin Russell uses the 
car so much to go over the dirt road to 

Vernon Russell has a knack for passing 
witty remarks during English class; but we 
are afraid he will grow out of it. 

Catherine Vining is starting a nursery to 
make more work for her "Han(d)s." 

Eleanor Wheeler, we hear, is going to be a 
"Hack" driver. Is it prosperous business? 

The boys seemed to get Charlie Warner 
all "Ril(y)ed" up the morning after Rita 
and he had seen "That's Gratitude." 

We wonder what Henry Waite finds so 
interesting in Northampton. 

Otis Webb reminds us of a poet, because 
he is a "Long-fellow." 

CLASS OF 1937 

(Continued from Page 20) 

We are told that James Mollison and 
Ethel Spitzer are getting quite chummy. 
Can it be they sit near each other in school? 

Alice Nash is quiet, bashful, and studious. 

We wonder whether Lena Nietsche and 
Warren Russell were in an accident one 
night. Lena came to school with her arm 
in a sling and Warren had a black eye. 

Stanley Newell seems to be a quiet boy. 
We wonder if he is as quiet outside of school. 

We wonder why Katherine Ozzolek has 
become so "Grave(s)" lately. 

Winnifred Packard doesn't say much 
outside of school, but she must say plenty 
in school, in order to get the marks she does. 

Mary Ryan thinks the sun rises and sets 
in her "West." 

Helen Taradena has become interested in 
singers lately, especially "Pittsingers." 

Edna Thayer always seems to answer 
when the teacher calls Carl. How do you 
like this, Sylvester? 

Margaret White has a very fine voice for 
we hear her singing everyday "By Bisbee's 
Old MH1 Stream." 

Kenneth Witt seems to be one of the 
peppiest ones of the freshman class. 



Standing — C. Witt, Manager Foster, Coach Gordon, H. Howe 
Seated— M. Witt, V. Golash, A. Mosher, F. Packard, W. Howe, W. Golash, G. Loud 


The basketball teams were very fortunate 
this year in having a former Dartmouth 
College player, Mr. Gordon, for coach. 
The boy's team played well considering the 
stronger and larger teams they played 
against. Although winning only one game 
others were lost by very narrow margins. 
The most exciting game of the season, 
which was played in Ashfield, was won by 
Williamsburg, 17-15 after three overtime 
periods. A very close game was played 

with Powers Academy, in Williamsburg, 
which the Powers team won, 20-19. The 
following games were played during the 
season. Huntington (2), Smith's School (2), 
Alumni (1), Belchertown (2), Powers (2), 
Charlemont (2), Ashfield (2). 

A boy's second team was formed this 
year which played four games and lost 
them all by close scores. The following 
games were played: Belchertown (1), 
Smith's School (1), Huntington (2). 


Because of Mr. Gordon moving to North- 
ampton this spring, Mr. Foster took over 
the coaching of the baseball team. The 

team got off to a rather poor start losing 
both games to date. The two games have 
been played with Charlemont. 



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Standing — D. Harrison, P. Damon, Manager Foster, Coach Gordon, R. Sylvester, M. Osmore 
Seated — M. Damon, M. Allaire, E. Rustemeyer, N. Sheehan, B.Bickford, E.Thayer, M.Sylvester 

Girls' Basketball 

The girls' basketball team had a fairly 
successful season, winning just half the 
games they played. The closest game of 




the season was played with Powers Academy 
which Williamsburg won 30-27. The games 
played and scores are as follows: 



Powers Academy 






Smith's School 






Belchertown Grange 






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